Her poor mind seemed to reel. This notion was impossible, outrageous, and unthinkable! Why, John was a minister, an irreproachable man of the cloth married to an absolutely gorgeous young girl who surely could satisfy his any and every desire. How could that avuncular, pious cleric be a party to anything so base and debauched? And yet even as her conscious mind tried to protest, somehow she knew—knew—that there could be no mistake. Yes, down on her knees, gobbling happily to service the p***s of someone she had imagined was a man she had never met, she actually was performing oral s*x upon the seemingly irreproachable Reverend Ngana… Shocked, the girl faltered in her rhythm.
Dr. McEvers, however, kissed encouragingly her silken shoulder, her neck, her ear, and he urged her on with a tilt
